by S. W. Frank
Hot damn, she never told him that. He was completely turned-on!
Baby these fist, uh, will always protect ya... Lady,
God, babe, it’s true, I’ll always protect you, Alfonzo’s mind screamed in chorus to the song.
And this mind will never neglect you…
I’ll never neglect your mind or body again; I swear the bass in his brain echoed.
And if they try to break us down,
Don't let that affect us…
That’s right; don’t let the outside mess affect us. We’re from the rough parts of New York. It prepared us for anything, so just hold on to me and let’s ride this love whip until the goddamn wheels and doors fall off, he thought!
He was hyped and his hands moved faster. That music was speaking his sentiments. He was going crazy because he wanted to make love to her so bad his fingers weren’t moving fast enough.
Alfonzo played it cool, but there were pinballs bouncing around every corner of his chest. “Do I get a preview of what I inspired?”
Let my love adorn you, baby,
Don't you ever,
Don't you let no one tell you different, baby
Always adore you!
You gotta’ know now
You gotta’ know….yeah…Ohhhh...’
“As long as you join in. I prefer your participation and not keep this a one woman show. You have no idea how much I want you right now,” she said in a husky tone.
A vein under pressure protruded from his forehead and she continued with the verbal foreplay. “The weight of your body on mine and your tongue have me excited and I’m just thinking about it. The star of the show is your long warm thick dick…um…inside me…makes my honey pour right over it.”
Dios, if she keeps talking this way I’m going to bust a load right here!
She arched her toes and drew her legs up on the bed and shimmied out of her panties, then sat forward to remove the short camisole and tossed it at his feet with a wicked tug of a smile. She slithered to the edge of the mattress watching him beneath half-closed eyes then her hands traveled from her calves up to her thighs as she purred his name.
Mesmerized by the action he followed the manicured fingers as they slithered between her legs and her fingers delicately began massaging her clit.
Alfonzo swallowed hard.
The other hand joined and she caressed and kneaded the double folds of shimmery flesh and his hands suddenly malfunctioned and he fumbled with his clothes like an uncoordinated kid.
Selange stretched her legs wider to give him a visual of her fingers inserting in and out of her secondary lips and the rush to be free of his clothes heightened.
Goddamn, this belt buckle!
He cursed obscenities as his body caught on fire.
She moaned during the titillating exhibition and he nearly tripped wrestling his foot loose from the trouser and recovered without appearing as a novice. When he dropped his boxers he was hard as stone. An opaque bubble appeared at his tip and he cupped his corona, anxious to consummate before it dripped to the floor.
The same way that the stars adorn the skies,
Now look up sugar!
The same way that my whole worlds' in your eyes,
Ooooh and it's time now,
Just let,
Let my love ooooh Baby...
He made it to the bed and Selange withdrew her glistening fingers giving him an unobstructed entry to her feminine door. Only partially in, his engorged skin throbbed so violently inside the lubricated foyer, he let out a loud grunt. He made it just in time for the bridge which was also the conclusion to the romantic canción.
Let, let, let it just adorn,
You got to know baby,
Oh you got to know,
That I adore you yeah,
Oh love 'aint never looked so good on ya’,
Oh put it on baby,
Let my love adorn... You.’
The woman held his pipe tight in a liquid sponge and contracted those loving muscles then spread lubricants up and down his shaft. The overwhelming sensation sent prickles throughout his limbs and he propelled forward into her unseen tunnel. His dick was a prospector mining her pussy for gold.
Selange’s legs clamped around his waist and he tried to avoid contact with her bandaged arm as he bowed his inked trunk to suck her nipples that strained toward his mouth. His desire was to taste every inch of her.
She was cinnamon and butter, delicious and unbelievably intoxicating.
Another slow tune filled the air and the woman’s love made him want to sing right along with the song, but he couldn’t sing for shit and he danced instead. The tempo was slow and sensual with thrusting pelvic action, swiveling hips and provocative teasing of her breasts with his tongue. Her body was music, letting him lead, yet in step. It’s the sound of her whisper in his ear, calling him darling and confessing her love that soothed him like a sweet canción.
Alfonzo’s hands traveled adoringly around the curvature of her supple brown breasts while trailing kisses the length of her neck. His hot kisses to her body elicited several whimpers and she bit her lip and became thermal skin as if ingesting a toxic, yet pleasurable drug.
Tonight he desired an unhurried union because he needed slow heat to burn the sadness out. Alberti was dead and he needed life during this hour of strife. She had no idea how difficult it was keeping his emotions in check for the sake of the family. Too many funerals became a revolving door. Her love was life and he wanted more and more and fucking more!
He mourned Alberti and she eased the pain. Selange’s loving warmth cloaked him tight and the sadness dissipated and unleashed a torrential love storm.
Alfonzo moved her plaint body as effortlessly as a maestro conducts an orchestra. He withdrew from her interior, and then rolled her over, lift her stomach, directing her to her knees then entered through the backdoor. Her palms pushed against the pillows and she rolled her ass in pace with his thrusts. The moans and gasps were musical notes to his ears. A naughty grin crossed his face because hell, he couldn’t seem to get enough.
He stroked her spine as it bowed then leaned from behind to cup her breasts and licked her from shoulder to spine while giving her a pussy massage.
Alfonzo’s muscles moved her body, rocking her upward and downward during each penile caress. Selange moaned at the fullness and rotated in sync. The circular motions of his thumbs on her areolae, the masculine fingers squeezing her breasts and internal rubbing caused an, “Ooooh…Ooooh…ummmm…honey.”
These were high carnal praises for her honey’s skill.
Words were insufficient to describe the erotic sensation being linked flesh to skin with her. He could die making love to Selange and consider himself the luckiest man in hell.
It took very little strength to maneuver her into a frontal position. She was lithe and eager, almost climbing his torso at times in response. The moisture from his body greased her down, his hand pressed her shoulder to keep her still and he pushed with such intensity back into her wetness she squealed.
Her head lifted and her long hair draped her shoulders as the melody of his body took firm hold. She attempted to reverse positions but wasn’t strong enough to budge the passionate man with hunger in every bone. He wanted to lead this erotic dance and gripped her waist, spreading her legs wider with his knees and gave her nowhere to run except toward him. And every time she retracted her ass, he went forward, deep inside her canal, rapidly prospecting his honey and delighting when her liquid sugar clung on.
She panted, moaned and cooed all at once. The vibrations from her epicenter crescendoed into an immeasurable timbre causing violent tremors and her cream flowed in a long fluid rush. The contact of bodies was far beyond an herb buzz. He was on some goddamn Selange high. He made her entire body quiver but did not withdraw; instead, his insatiable addiction caused him to fuck her more.
She became liquid and its then he retracted to orally worship his Queen. Each lingual touch across her clitoris
sent her legs in a wiggle then languid limbs gave in to his demanding mouth knowing she could do nothing but quake from the orgasmic sensation caused by his tongue.
He’d promised to love her good tonight and sought to deliver. Both of her hands clutched his shoulders and then frantically gripped his head. He was focused on pleasuring her and refused to come out.
When she pulled at his shoulders and called his name, he gave each thigh a quick kiss and with the flexibility of an athlete went into a push-up position and satiated his Selange appetite by giving his dick a warm wet home.
“You’re my honey…oh…ummmmm…we’re forever Alfonzo…I love you so much honey…love you…yes…always…oh…yessss!”
He smiled, because he felt the same way and experienced an explosive release from his groin that branched to every nerve ending. His jaw clenched from the force which rendered him immobile until the shocks subsided.
‘Goddamn! Babe, you’re masturbating turned me on!’
Spent, he lowered himself to her glistening body and gave her a tongue filled kiss, then slumped to the mattress. Once he caught his breath, he shared his thoughts aloud, “I love you babe.”
“Ummm…me too,” was the gratified response.
Years hadn’t lessened the intensity of his emotions. He remained as excited as a boy. They’d entered another phase in their relationship, one of renewal and maturity built on a stronger foundation. Amity heightened the sexual gratification and every minute together was orgasmic paradise, because what they almost lost may have been the worse tragedy of all. Loving her brought euphoria. He needed it after war.
During the intimate moment, he had a notion to bypass dating and pop the question. Except, his cell illuminated to halt the impulsive thought. It was a sign to exercise patience and not rush ahead. Selange deserved the whirlwind courtship and flattery. He planned to do everything he should’ve done to secure her heart –and continue doing if he were really smart.
The cell gave a verbal announcement of the hour and he knew it was time to go.
Alfonzo sighed, “Alrighty then,” before the well-conditioned torso flexed forward. He stood and gave her nice ass a slap. “Going out. Get some sleep.”
“Hurry home.”
He teased, “¿Por qué?” He started to work his brain out of its softened state. A potent distraction like Selange in his head might get him killed. He began to mentally block out any vulnerabilities in preparation for the impending job.
Giuseppe, the hot-head didn’t want to send an eliminator, he wanted hands-on. Alfonzo had more at stake if anything went wrong. He had a family and an upcoming court date for charges that could put him away for life. Sure, he called in debts and fattened accounts, but nothings ever a guarantee when you deal with fickle ass motherfuckers who could get a sudden change of heart and do a flip-flop.
His eyes descended to the bed. Selange elevated her head to flirt, “Because I love you and so does my extremely saturated punany.”
“Aw shit, that’s definitely a reason to come back!” he exclaimed and then chuckled because she made him feel super-good. He bent and kissed her perky nipple then stretched it during the release. “I am blessed.”
Her eyes were sparkly, “And so am I,” she said opening and closing her legs playfully for him to see the viscous moisture clinging to her inner thighs.
“Damn babe, you might need a mop.” He teased.
She jumped out of bed and he ran away. He dodged her, feinting left and right, jumping over the bed and glancing to see her leaping like a sprinter with her tits bouncing up and down. He laughed when she cried, “Come and lick it off!”
He suddenly stopped, caught her around the waist and hoisted her into the air, marched her to the bed and let her ass drop. She bounced then sprawled out laughing and he shook his head. “Now I see where Allie gets the running from. Geo’s right you are the female version of Forest Gump.”
“I almost caught you.”
“Yeah, right!” Alfonzo said with a twist of his cocky mouth and then he reminded her, “Don’t forget we’re officially,” and coughed to muffle the word, “dating. When we get home I’m taking you out.”
She stared at him with such love, he almost decided to say fuck it and return to bed. Instead, he barreled out his chest in determination. Giuseppe would probably do something stupid. To avoid future regret, he thought it best to tag along. “Okay mujer, time for me to go or I’ll never leave. I’ll be back, te prometo amor!”
“Yo sé,” she whispered and her eyes were polished mirrors reflecting her trusting soul, but what he didn’t see was the inner turmoil raging. She fought a battle with her conscience and almost divulged that Giuseppe was his brother. She held her tongue because there were rules among the wives concerning each other’s personal affairs. She’d taken the oath, but considering the internal conflict it caused, she planned to speak with Sophie. She had to give notice, this confidence concerned Alfonzo and she would not keep such a lie between them. She refused to lose Alfonzo for a second time. She sighed lovingly. “Go take care of business.”
CHAPTER THREE
Geovonna climbed out of bed clutching the sheet around her and followed Giuseppe to the bathroom, talking at his back the entire way, and asking questions he refused to answer.
“Do you love me Geo?”
He turned on the shower. Geovonna’s voice began to grate on his nerves. If only she could stay quiet and look beautiful, then perhaps he might reconsider ending their platonic relationship.
Why did the women always want commitment when he’d told them he was not the one woman kind?
She dropped the sheet on the marble floor and opened the glass doors and stepped inside, putting a hand on his injured arm. She traced the side of the long wound with a finger, “I love you Geo, we are a perfect fit.”
“Why is that?” he asked as he soaped his armpits and between his thighs to wash her away. “Because our names begin with a G?” He laughed.
“No, silly.” Her hand rubbed his firm ass, squeezing it like dough as if she were making pizza. “We understand one another.”
“We do?”
“Yes. I understand the responsibility you carry. A loving home with children and a wife is quiet to a man’s soul.”
Giuseppe chuckled at her statement. “Then you do not know me Geovonna. I swear you must have me confused with my cousin. Why not try your speech on Alfonzo and see if he’s moved by your willingness to fulfill the role of a wife?”
“Do not make fun of me Geo.”
“Why not?”
“Because,” she began before stepping back as he ducked his head beneath the pulsing jets and shook water everywhere. He rinsed his body and went around her as if she weren’t there and she shouted, “Geo…Geo!”
He tied the large fluffy towel around his waist and smirked, “After your shower, leave. I am sure your family wonders where their grieving Geovonna has gone. For someone who lost her father, you seem not to care.”
She stepped under the water and used his soap, rubbing it boldly between her thighs, “Isn’t death the reality of life, should I cry myself blind to prove I cared?”
“A tear would be nice; it would show your humanity.”
She held her face under the water then smiled, “See Geo, the water coming from my eyes. Is this what men must see from women, yet they hide their tears from the world?”
“Geovonna, you never cease to amaze me. Perhaps, it’s best if you do not speak. I prefer the language of your body it’s much softer.”
Her hands removed his towel and she dropped with it to the floor. He smirked at her worship position and widened his stance when she stroked his sack like a bag of pearls. He rose in response, erect and firm. When her mouth formed an O then took hold of him with tender loving care. He inhaled. The erotic nature in which she manipulated him with her fingers while giving head was expert quality. He could not deny the young woman possessed skill and if not for her constant calls and proclamations of love, he may have allowed her to stay more nights in his bed.
She was good, he admitted. In a short time she had him thrusting and grabbing fistfuls of her hair, causing him to ache until he combust. Then she licked and sucked and swallowed every ounce of his cum.
He left her kneeling on the floor once done and walked away. “E 'stato bello. Grazie. Arrivederci!”
She scrambled to her feet, “Will you callme later?”
“I think you should spend time with your family Geovonna and mourn.”
“Then will you call me?”
Giuseppe dressed, “My family is in mourning as well. I will see.” He sat on the bed, donned his socks and shoes and exited the bedroom. Outside the door, he instructed his guard to hurry and get her home then went to the kitchen for food, until she was gone.
He sat eating when the front door closed and he sighed, thankful Geovonna was no longer present to talk him to death. Ah, he could no longer handle the incessant chatter, if not for her talkativeness she would have been nice company.
He thumbed through the list of female contacts on his cell until the name Shanda appeared. Despite his words to the contrary, he was quite interested in that one. An American cop as a father, yes that could be a problem, unless he flew her to Sicily. The American ‘cliché’, the long arm of the law, did not reach inside his home. He would love to take her out; she seemed so vibrant and fun. Ah, not to mention, their compatibility in bed. It was certainly a foundation to build upon. He was about to touch the screen when another expected call canceled-out his plan.